Last In Line
By Cody Smith
Define the fine line, between princess & villain; the ones after true loves kiss, or the others sittin’ back, chillin', literally, sleeping... Princes and Dwarves always there for the creeping, looking for that “life of love”, inevitably drowning in the deep end. And it will all de-pend on whether prince charming is self harming, or willing to befriend, to mend damage done & defend, a vulnerable heart or a flickering spark in this setting of magic & pretend.
But how could a Prince love a sleeper, like me? I don’t have long golden locks, & I’m barely 5 foot 3, so perhaps my on-ly, destiny, will be, getting Gretel to Hansel this Sleeping Beauty... But despite, the fright, from having thin skin, Snow White, I might choose to see on the lighter side, least I’m not jacked on some beanstalk, pussin’ my boots for pride. This actually means something to me, a resounding fact you cannot hide or see, as I play hide and seek with these freaks who think they're better than me... cause they're, right, they are.
This hiearchal heart chase, of a renaissance rat race, talking fairies who can't tale, let alone keep up with this fast pace, - try and be a romantic man now, comes with can of mace to the face... a disgrace for doing something as simple as showing some grace... humility... respect - holding a door open for someone, without them asking, "what the heck?, what is this?" to a gentleman, it's a diss, and a wish, that more 'happy fairytale endings' might truly exist.
But I digress, getting back to this mess, of miser-me, that i need to get off my chest, like a phoenix set free, rise from the ashes to see, something that will in-ev-it-ab-ly, make us a success story or H, A, P... P,., why? because in the end, triumphs wins, but misery will die... wait...
There first needs to be, an adveristy, to overcome - not like with joy, but this point, I'm trying to get over- then comes... trials, tribulations, hardships, setbacks, - makes you stronger, last longer, endure no anxiety, re-lax - but always the relapse, that has me perplexed, the pivotal, social/structrual collapse, in order for what to happen next? The rebuild, from the bridge burn, now strong-willed, no concern, leather skin, from the lesson learned.
The solidifying of the self. What hurt me yesterday, my tomorrow's me, will put on the shelf. - whether it be believing in an elf, a sprite, a leprichaun or a pixie, whether you're a dude or chick who's feeling a little dixie, you need to fake it to make it, at becoming self tricksy. and know,
There's always a moral to the story, a life lesson learned, a heroic rise to glory, a balance returned. a flow if you will, from fantasy to real, but it starts by not giving an 'f ' about how other people feel, and start relating to the unsung, the under valued, & unheard, or trying something absurd, like staying true to your word. and ask,
Why is a princess, something everyone is striving to be? Livin’ life, with no spice, super-fic-ially, only for the nose to smell & eyes to see, instead, why not be like me, bathed in a cloak of misery, - a sad clown, getting a joke, it’s an epiphany. A fire getting stoked, in dies quicker, ya see. So you can extinguish like a flame, or flicker and leave. But Princess or peasant, your mindset is what you achieve. So just aim to be first in line...